i got to spend five hours before bedtime timing contractions. they got down to every 15 minutes, and they started getting more than just uncomfortable. they started to kinda sorta hurt and made me lose my breath. then they decided to space themselves back out to every half hour, then every hour, then by the time that i was actively attempting sleep at 11pm, they had gone back to their normal, barely noticeable status.
my pelvis feels like it ran a marathon and it will be sleeping today.
i hope tonight isn’t a rerun, cuz this is not one of those good shows that i want to watch over and over again. this is one of those ones that i wonder where aaron spelling was on that one. oh yeah. he’s dead.
(and before you leave me a comment saying it’s a good thing and it’s “getting ready for the big event,” I GET THAT. everyone and their cat has told me that. doesn’t make it fun. maybe if it came with a mickey of vodka. or presents. or chocolate cake.)
